?Chapter 1135:


    Choosing not to respond to Katy, Elena shifted her gaze to the butler. “Tell me, how long has His Majesty been unconscious?”


    The butler stiffened under Elena’s intense gaze and instinctively answered, “It’s been half a month.”


    Only after speaking did he realize he had been intimidated by this young woman’s presence. Unbelievable.


    Elena did not hesitate before giving hermand. “I’m preparing to start a blood transfusion. Bring His Majesty’s closest family members to me, right away.”


    A protest came from Dewayne. “His Highness and Her Highness are royalty. Are you seriously going to draw their blood? That’s insane! You already sealed your fate with your inability to cure His Majesty, and now you intend to put his heirs in danger. This is enough to get you executed.” He turned toward the butler. “Please have her detained at once!”


    Confused by the tension, the butler froze, unsure what to do next.


    A sharp warning left Dewayne’s lips, his voice dropping. “If the Duke of ckwood hears about this, there will be serious consequences.”


    “I’m on it.” Intimidated by the mention of the Duke of ckwood, the butler snapped to attention, preparing to escort Elena out.


    Anger contorted Alistair’s features. “Who gave you the right to drive Elena away? I said she’s with me. No one touches her.”


    No trace of fear showed on Dewayne’s face. In his eyes, the prince’s title carried no real weight. With an air of authority, he invoked the duke. “Your Royal Highness, I urge you to reconsider. The Duke of ckwood is deeply invested in His Majesty’s well-being. He traveled halfway across the world and is resting just next door. If word of this reaches him, I doubt he’ll be happy.”


    The mention of the Duke of ckwood left Alistair momentarily stunned. He pressed his lips together, frustration evident in his re.


    At that moment, pce guards approached, boots echoing at the entryway. Turning to Elena, Dewayne leveled a cold warning. “Even if you’re hoping to impress His Highness, be careful. This isn’t the ce for childish games.” A curt gesture followed. “Remove her from this chamber,” Dewayne instructed the guards.


    Just as the guards stepped forward, Elena, her voice steady, lifted her hand in protest. “Why so impatient?”


    ?????? ?????? ???????? ?????????? at ??????????ν??????．??????


    A spark of disdain flickered in Dewayne’s gaze. “Dying the inevitable won’t help you. Unless you can wake His Majesty, you’ll be leaving here under guard.”


    Alistair’s patience snapped. His cheeks flushed as he cut in, shooting a re at Dewayne. “Elena told you to wait. Why can’t you? You failed to heal my father, but you have the nerve to interrupt her treatment?”


    Though visibly annoyed—the words stung—Dewayne didn’t press on. “Five minutes. That’s all you get,” he conceded, his voice stiff and reluctant. For now, Alistair’s rank as the young prince made it unwise to push further.


    With a cold smirk, Dewayne stared Elena down. “Show us if you’re really capable of anything in those five minutes.”


    Dewayne surmised that even if a miracle worker showed up right now, Elena couldn’t change her fate.


    Suddenly, the door swung open and a woman in an elegant dress swept inside.


    “Tinsley!”


    “Your Royal Highness!”


    The greetings burst out from both Alistair and Dewayne at once.


    As Tinsley Schneider crossed the threshold, everyone bowed in respect. A bright smile broke across Alistair’s face, and he dashed toward her. “Tinsley, you finally made it!”


    .


    .


    .